Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.